five by five s01e03 Episode Script
Lucas
[WOMAN SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE.]
[SHE SIGHS.]
Um, just get a double espresso, please.
Strong.
[SHE CONTINUES TO TALK IN HER OWN LANGUAGE.]
[SHE SIGHS.]
- Sorry about that.
- That's all right.
Bad day? What? Bad day? - Cos you have - This? - Yeah.
- Nah, this comes with the job, this.
- Oh! Yeah, I'm a police officer.
Oh! Guess I better behave myself, then.
So what did this guy do? Well, he just ran at me out of nowhere.
Yeah, I know, I mean, what was his crime? - What, his crime? - Yes.
Er, he just, er, he did some dodgy illegal stuff.
But serious serious shit.
Wow.
- You're not supposed to talk about this, are you? - Mmm-mm.
Gotcha.
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
I'll back off.
No, er What do you do? I work in a cafe.
Yeah.
Er - Well, I'm going to, um - Oh! - Yeah.
The toilet? - Is that way.
- Is it? - Yeah.
What are you doing? Oh, shit.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS.]
Oh, fucking mess.
Get out! I mean it.
Get out! [MAN, TRANSLATED.]
I waited all night for you to show! - You're sick in the head! - Fuck off! - Get out! - You know there's a policeman in here, yeah? - Policeman? - Yeah.
- Hah.
- OK, move.
- You can't come back here! - - Wait, wait, wait.
I don't want to have to arrest you, pal.
For the squeaky toys she likes.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
Jesus.
Are you OK? Yeah.
Fuck! I'm not even a policeman! I know.
I knew.
Look, I was just OK.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS.]
- Oh! - Oh, sorry.
- Sorry, sorry.
- OK.
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait.
You OK? Yeah.
[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SHE SIGHS.]
Um, just get a double espresso, please.
Strong.
[SHE CONTINUES TO TALK IN HER OWN LANGUAGE.]
[SHE SIGHS.]
- Sorry about that.
- That's all right.
Bad day? What? Bad day? - Cos you have - This? - Yeah.
- Nah, this comes with the job, this.
- Oh! Yeah, I'm a police officer.
Oh! Guess I better behave myself, then.
So what did this guy do? Well, he just ran at me out of nowhere.
Yeah, I know, I mean, what was his crime? - What, his crime? - Yes.
Er, he just, er, he did some dodgy illegal stuff.
But serious serious shit.
Wow.
- You're not supposed to talk about this, are you? - Mmm-mm.
Gotcha.
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
I'll back off.
No, er What do you do? I work in a cafe.
Yeah.
Er - Well, I'm going to, um - Oh! - Yeah.
The toilet? - Is that way.
- Is it? - Yeah.
What are you doing? Oh, shit.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS.]
Oh, fucking mess.
Get out! I mean it.
Get out! [MAN, TRANSLATED.]
I waited all night for you to show! - You're sick in the head! - Fuck off! - Get out! - You know there's a policeman in here, yeah? - Policeman? - Yeah.
- Hah.
- OK, move.
- You can't come back here! - - Wait, wait, wait.
I don't want to have to arrest you, pal.
For the squeaky toys she likes.
[DOOR SHUTS.]
Jesus.
Are you OK? Yeah.
Fuck! I'm not even a policeman! I know.
I knew.
Look, I was just OK.
[HAND-DRYER WHIRS.]
- Oh! - Oh, sorry.
- Sorry, sorry.
- OK.
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait.
You OK? Yeah.
[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS.]